BLITZ
with author Annabeth Leong
So a week or two ago I featured this author
and another of her books. That book was paranormal romance and this one is void
of the paranormal. I like that she writes in various areas of subject matter
within romance and thought it would be fun to find out about this book as well.
Also, the title totally grabbed me. I mean who wouldn’t want to find out more
about a book entitled THE FUGITIVE’S SEY BROTHER? I mean that kind of a title
hooks you and basically forces you to find out more about it. So how about we
do just that? Please allow me to introduce, once again:
**ANNABETH LEONG**
**BIO**
Annabeth Leong has
written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and
excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a
paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach
whenever she visits a bookseller. Watch for her next contemporary erotic
romance from Ellora's Cave, Get Laid.
You can
find out more about Ms. Leong in the following places:
**THE FUGITIVE’S SEXY BROTHER**
**BLURB**
Emily
Boysen is sick of low-level bounty hunting jobs that don’t pay her rent, and
sick to death of her ex-boyfriend taking credit for her work. Ready to claim
her due, she takes on the quarry of a lifetime, the notorious Fernando
Bonavita. But instead of the fugitive, she captures his sexy younger brother,
Javier.
Javier
Bonavita never wanted to know the truth about his older brother’s activities,
instead protecting him out of loyalty. When he uses his hacking skills to pose
as Fernando, he never expects to uncover crimes he can’t stomach. Beautiful
Emily has no idea how glad he is to be in her custody—as long as he’s her
prisoner, he doesn’t have to face his brother.
Passion
flares between Emily and Javier, and soon he’s putting the handcuffs on her.
Suspicion grows along with their feelings, though. A sinister plot centers
around Fernando, and untangling it will test their loyalties to the limit.
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**EXCERPT**
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Javier’s smart
phone buzzed in his pocket. He paused his video game and glanced at the screen.
The vibration originated from the custom application he’d written to monitor
the motion sensors he’d set up around the perimeter of his brother Fernando’s
house. Returning his attention to his computer, Javier quit the game and pulled
up a view of the exterior cameras.
A girl was
crawling beneath Fernando’s hedge. Even with the cameras, Javier would never
have seen her if the motion sensor hadn’t pinpointed her exact position. She
held her body low, wore clothes that blended in perfectly with the hues of the
yard’s greenery, and moved slowly enough that she wouldn’t attract the casual
eye.
Game time.
Plans and
strategies tumbled through Javier’s head, but he remained still for a moment,
frozen by discomfort. No jilted lover Javier could imagine would act this way,
approaching the house like a single-member SWAT team. He squinted at the grainy
image of her. He supposed she was a woman, not a girl, but she was a slip of a
thing. Her body seemed slight in comparison to the thick, tawny hair bound at
the back of her head. Skin only a shade lighter than the hair peeked out of the
camouflage clothes in a few places—Javier caught a glimpse of a light brown
shoulder blade and the back of a thigh. He remained glued to the screen,
fascinated by her strange grace. She didn’t seem like his brother’s type at all.
Javier cleared
his throat, struggling again with suspicions he didn’t want to acknowledge. But
what harm could it do to play along? That girl couldn’t hurt him, and more than
anything he wanted to repay
Fernando for all the years he’d looked out for his kid
brother. It wouldn’t hurt to earn recognition as an adult in the process. Maybe
if he could gain Fernando’s trust he’d be rewarded with true explanations
instead of obvious fabrications like this one.
Javier glanced
down at his clothes. He should really be dressed as Fernando, but hadn’t had
the patience to wear suits when he didn’t have to. He frowned at the image on
the screen. He’d locked all the doors and the ground-floor windows were sealed
and made of shatter-resistant materials. He had a minute before he had to
decide his next step with the girl.
He went to the
closet, stripping off his T-shirt on the way and stepping out of his jeans.
Fernando’s clothes hung a little loose on him—their bodies were close, but the
tailored touches Fernando had added emphasized his thicker physique. Javier was
slightly taller and slightly leaner. He found a pair of dark-gray pants that
fell far enough down on the leg and looked okay in the mirror. Javier turned to
the dress shirts and found himself confronted with a dizzying array of fits and
colors. How did his brother deal with all this complication every morning? And
why did he care so much?
Javier shook his
head at himself and reached for the nearest one, only to freeze at the sound of
Fernando’s upstairs bedroom window sliding open. Had the woman really climbed
up here in a matter of minutes? She hadn’t been carrying any gear.
He shrugged on
the shirt and stepped out of the closet, still buttoning it. She stood just
inside the window, her stance wary and her eyes on the computer screen.
Handcuffs and restraints swung from the belt loops of army-green short-shorts.
Her gaze flicked toward him, her blue eyes large and bright against the sandy
backdrop of her face. She wore no makeup, but a generous scattering of freckles
added plenty of interesting color and shape to her features. A smile spread
over Javier’s face before he could think the situation through.
The interloper
scowled in response, producing a can of mace. “You think this is funny,
Bonavita?”
Javier held up
his hands quickly. He didn’t want to get sprayed. But he couldn’t back down
completely or the game would be up before it had even begun. He imitated the
cool confidence his brother always possessed. “You wanted to see me so badly
you couldn’t knock?”
Her frown
deepened. “You watched me approach the house on video monitors, and decided
to…change your clothes?”
“Couldn’t let you
think I didn’t care about our date.”
She glanced at the
monitors and shook her head, her lips forming the word “stupid.” Javier cocked
his head, but before he could ask she brandished the mace more fiercely. “Take
whatever weapons you’ve got and put them on the floor.”
“What you see is
what I’ve got.”
“Yeah, I’m going
to believe that.”
Javier shrugged.
“If you want to strip-search me, I won’t stop you.”
She rolled her
eyes. “Pig.”
“Then I guess
we’re going to stand here all day.”
The woman sighed
and set down the can of mace. Javier’s body relaxed, but before he had a chance
to enjoy it he was on the floor, the woman on top of him. She couldn’t have
weighed much, but she knew how to make her body heavy. Her legs wrapped his
thighs in an intimate hold that kept him immobilized, and the blade of her
forearm wedged under his chin threatened his windpipe.
Javier gasped
from the shock of his back crashing to Fernando’s hardwood floor, but recovered
as quickly as he could. “Beds are much more comfortable.”
“In your dreams,
Bonavita.”
Moving with
practiced confidence, she rolled Javier onto his side without relaxing the
strength of her hold. She snapped a set of handcuffs around his wrists.
“Whoa, whoa.
Baby, let’s talk about this.”
“Very funny. Like
you don’t know why I’m here.” A light layer of sweat had appeared along her
neck. She smelled wild and powerful, like leaves, salt and sun. Javier knew he
should be more concerned about himself, but he couldn’t get his mind off the
idea of her lying on top of him for an entirely different reason.
She returned
Javier to his back, the position forcing his cuffed hands to dig in to his
spine. He curled up to remove the pressure, but a sharply placed knee to his
chest forced him back down and pinned him. “Woman, you are serious.”
“Are you just
figuring that out?” Her hands slid inside his shirt. For one delicious moment,
Javier’s eyelids fell shut and he shivered at her touch. She stopped moving and
he opened his eyes slowly to confront her solemn stare. “You are enjoying this
way too much,” she said.
If his hands had
been free, Javier would have tried to enjoy it a lot more. He’d forgotten how
it felt to roll around with a woman, forgotten the sensation of soft, warm
flesh against his own. Sure, the situation clearly meant serious trouble for
Fernando, but Fernando wasn’t here, was he? Javier felt wild and invincible. He
grinned up at the woman. “How could I not? Look at you.”
She glared, but
her cheeks turned rosy, bringing out a clearer view of her abundant freckles.
“Wonderful. The first man to be stunned by my good looks happens to be the most
dangerous quarry I’ve had in years.”
Well, I don’t know about you, but I can relate to Ms.
Leong’s bio. I must have hundreds of books both on my shelves literally and
“kindlely” just waiting for me to read them. And I can’t resist buying at least
one book whenever I am anywhere that has them (bookstore, garage sale, thrift
store, etc.).
What did everyone think about Ms. Leong’s book? I
featured her earlier this month with an altogether different book. I love that
these authors write in such a wide range of subject matter. It almost
guarantees that they will have something everyone will enjoy. Even if this book
doesn’t interest you, you can always check the author out and likely find a
different book that does. So tell me your thoughts. What did you think about
the post and book? Have you read Ms. Leong before? Are you likely to? Your feedback
is always welcome.
I want to thank Ms. Leong for spending some time with us
today. I hope you enjoyed getting to know a bit about Ms. Leong and her book as
much as I did. Have a wonderful day and we will see you all soon. But until
then …
HAPPY READING!!!
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